#“please someone get me out of here!” / “meat of the bone - meat with garnish on the side - pretty pink slime”

[sotogalmo]

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Rot For Clout by JamieP.... Luka ALNST.... It. I dunno

Title gives me that vibe, and a few lyrics (in tags). But who knows

[whump-a-la-mode]

“Good Boy” - Starvation Whump

Summary: A desperate villain sacrifices everything, just for a little food.

CW//Starvation, cold, isolation, solitary confinement, imprisonment, collapse, dehumanization, humiliation

Their cell was getting colder.

That was the only way that Villain could rationalize it. It wasn’t them-- they weren’t growing weaker, of course they weren’t. No. It was the room. Someone, somewhere, turning down a knob, ever so steadily. Sending ever stronger chills through their bones.

That had to be it. It was the only reasonable explanation.

The only source of warmth available to them came in the form of the rough, purple-hued bruises along their arms, where the hands of guards had gripped them. Thrown them in here.

How long ago had that been, now?

On unsteady legs, Villain stood. The room was terribly small-- if they stretched out their arms on either side of themself, their fingertips brushed the walls, both long and shortwise. At the very least, it meant they did not have to travel far to reach the concrete bench chained to one wall.

Somehow, the bench was colder. They spent most of their time on the floor.

The guards had taken their shoes, at the same time as they had forced them to change in their thin, grey prison uniform. Without the slightest protection from the cold, they shivered as they climbed onto the bench.

Villain looked out the window; a tiny hole in the wall, half a foot in height and two feet in length, a layer of glass guarded by thick iron bars.

Between them, they could only just barely see the city. The sparkling lights. Somewhere out there, somewhere among those countless streets, there had to be someone who cared about them, right?

Right?

No. Probably not. They were happier, now.

Or was that just the fuzziness in their mind talking? They tried to breathe in, imagine what the air of the city would taste like, feel like in their lungs, but they only caught the stale scent of their cell. The vent, too, was covered by a row of bars, leaving the air stinking of old metal.

Villain’s legs shook. They had been standing for too long. They took one last glance out the window, before-

The clinking of metal. Their chest seized. They had only heard that sound once since the start of their captivity-- the one time they had been allowed water.

The sound of the door being opened.

They scrambled to get back to the floor, off the bench, refusing to be in such a vulnerable position. In their haste, they forgot just how horribly weak their legs had grown.

The moment their feet struck the ground, they lost their balance, collapsing heavily to the concrete floor. A new array of bruises to add to their collection.

A slamming of metal on concrete. Villain’s heart lurched to their throat, flailing limbs somehow managing too get them to their hands and knees, though no further than that. They stayed in that position, panting, having expended their minuscule energy reserves.

“Bowing for me?” That stupid, arrogant voice came. “How nice.”

In Villain’s chest, fury replaced energy. They scrambled to their feet, not needing to keep their balance, as they flung themself forth, at the intruder.

Leader chuckled, moving out of the way with leisurely ease. Villain slammed again to the concrete.

“They told me that you were a little... fierce. Guess they weren’t lying.”

As though moving a piece of debris from their path, Leader pushed aside the fallen Villain with a foot. Distraction removed, they reached just outside the door, dragging in a chair. Metal legs scraped on concrete, screeching.

Leader closed the door, positioning their chair in a corner. Atop it was laid a plate, at least of some sort-- its contents obscured by a wrapping of foil. They picked up the platter, sitting in its place, amused gaze casting down to the floor.

“You’ll at least get up, won’t you? It’s rude to sleep when you have guests.”

Villain wanted to tear their face off, but their limbs ached far too much to consider even standing.

“I didn’t realize you’d be so... weak, I suppose.” Leader flicked their tongue across their front teeth. “I thought a villain of such status would be a little bit more resilient.”

Six days. Five nights. Six times the sun had rose, five it had fallen. Trapped in this stupid box.

But they were a villain. They weren’t weak. Leader was right, they needed to get up. To...

They were just getting upset. They knew that. But they had no energy left to suppress such emotions. No energy left at all.

Yet, they got up. Slowly, shakily, they got up, crawling onto the bench like a survivor to a lifeboat. When only their arms were upon the concrete seat, they could not continue, forced to rest a moment, gasping, before they managed to clamber their way up entirely.

“That’s better.” Leader spoke, voice still tinged with that terrible amusement. This was a joke, to them. “Now, it is only polite to greet your guests.”

“Why-” Villain gasped. “Why are you here? What do you want with me?”

“I only came to visit. How have you been finding it? I figured you should get a little rest, after your capture. It was quite harrowing for you, wasn’t it?”

“You left me in here for a... a week.”

“Only to let you catch your breath. I only want to be a good host.”

“Shut up. What do you want?”

“Well, if you are going to be rude about it. I thought we could have lunch.”

The word alone made Villain’s terribly empty stomach twist in on itself.

“L- Lunch?”

“Of course.” Leader’s hands moved to the platter upon their lap, uncrinkling the foil wrapping.

The smell alone... Oh god. Villain wiped the beginnings of drool from the corner of their mouth. A pile of freshly prepared meats and steamed vegetables, garnished with fruit chunks.

Leader took a fork, slicing off a chunk of meat. Looking to Villain as they chewed.

Their stomach knotted, squeezing around food that had long since been absent. They had given up on stopping their drool, letting it drip off their chin.

“Please.” It was their stomach speaking more than their mind.

Leader swallowed, looking up with a smile.

“Repeat that, please? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Please. They haven’t fed me-”

“Well, did you earn it?”

Villain blinked, gritting their teeth.

“You can’t expect food if you don’t pull your own weight, of course. Have you earned a meal?”

“N- No. I’ve been here. What was I supposed to do?” Desperation clouded any sense of dignity they had left. “You locked me in this stupid box!”

Leader could not contain their laughter, even though it only slipped out in the form of small chuckles.

“Let’s just say it was a trial period.” They smiled. “Now that you have had your rest, perhaps you’re a bit more... amiable. Would I be correct about that?”

“Anything. Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Now, Villain, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Now, hm...” They hummed. “On the floor. Lay down.”

“L- Lay down?”

“On the floor, yes. I should not have to ask you twice.”

Villain’s gritted teeth shook in sheer fury.

They dropped to the floor.

“Good.” Leader smiled. “Now, roll over.”

“Wh-”

“Like a dog. Roll over.”

The smell of food overtook their mind. They rolled over.

“Good boy.” The words were tinged with terrible laughter. “Come here, now.”

They did so. When the morsel of food was offered in Leader’s palm, they did not hesitate to devour it.

Food for dignity. Their dignity for their life.

Was it really worth it?

[jeremybthompson]

Chicken Ramen noodle Pho recipe

Love slurping up flavorful broth from a piping hot bowl of pho? Love the warm comfort that comes with slurping up chicken ramen noodles? Well, you are in luck! This blog post will be covering how to combine these two dishes into one delicious meal. We'll start by listing out the ingredients you will need and then proceed on to show step-by-step instructions on how to make your very own chicken noodle Pho recipe. So what are you waiting for? Get ready to cook!

Are you looking for a soup that will warm you up this winter? This recipe is perfect. It'll give you the comfort of noodle-y ramen noodles, with the added bonus of broth and spices like ginger, coriander, cloves, cardamom and cinnamon. I recommend making a big batch to fill your fridge or freezer so you can have it on hand when the weather gets colder!

Can ramen noodles be used for pho?

Pho is a Vietnamese soup traditionally made with beef bones, spices, and rice noodles. But can it be made with ramen noodles? That's the question being debated by many in America's kitchens today. The answer is yes! And while some might prefer to make their pho broth from scratch rather than using store-bought or instant ramen noodles, most people find that they are able to have this delicious dish ready in about half an hour.

A lot of people like to use rice noodles for pho. However, ramen noodles are a cheaper option and can be used as an alternative to rice noodles for pho if you are on a tight budget or looking for alternatives.  The key is to soak the ramen in hot water until it turns into soft strands before adding it into your broth - this will make it easier to eat later on. You should also consider using some other ingredients such as scallions, ginger, garlic or chilies which will add more flavor and variety of textures than just plain old broth with ramen noodles.  After cooking, allow the soup to cool slightly so that you don't burn your tongue when eating!

How do you make chicken ramen noodles better?

If you're a fan of chicken ramen noodles, then this blog post is for you. This recipe will help make your favorite food even more delicious and satisfying. It'll also show you how to add variety to the dish so it doesn't get boring. You can enjoy these recipes anytime, whether it's lunch or dinner time!  Let's get started with our first recipe: Ramen Noodles with BBQ Chicken & Peanut Butter Sauce.

It's been a long day and I'm ready to relax. The only thing is, my stomach isn't quite in the same mood. It's growling at me for food but I don't want anything too heavy or light. Any ideas? Enter ramen noodles! These Japanese noodles are perfect because they're not too filling so you can still enjoy other foods throughout your evening, but also give you a little something to tide over your hunger until then! So how do we make these delicious noodles better? We just need an easy chicken ramen recipe that will be sure to satisfy even the pickiest eater.

How do you make chicken ramen from scratch?

Ramen is a Japanese dish that consists of noodles and broth. It's typically eaten for breakfast in Japan but it can be eaten any time of day. Making ramen from scratch is easy, so let's get started!   First you need to boil water in order to cook the noodles. Next we'll need some chicken stock, which will be our main ingredient for the broth. For this recipe I'm going to use salt, pepper, garlic powder, onion powder and ginger powder (optional). You may also want to add soy sauce if desired but it isn't necessary as there are already plenty of flavors present without it. Once these ingredients are mixed together we're ready to start cooking!

Is Pho healthier than ramen?

Pho is a Vietnamese soup made with beef or chicken broth, rice noodles and herbs. It's served piping hot in a bowl with fresh garnishes like cilantro, lime wedges and bean sprouts. The word pho means "to boil" in Vietnamese, as it refers to the boiling of the meat bones for hours on end to create this tasty dish. Pho originated from Hanoi but can be found all over Vietnam - often sold by street vendors who carry their pots of simmering broth around on bicycles!

A lot of people think that ramen is healthier than pho because it doesn't contain any animal products...but the truth is that both are really good for you! You'll get a healthy dose of protein.

How does Kylie Jenner make ramen?

The recent trend in food is the ramen noodles. It has taken over as one of America's favorite foods, and many people have tried to recreate the perfect bowl at home. One popular Instagrammer is Kylie Jenner, who will show you how she makes her ramen noodles from scratch! Here are some tips for making your own ramen soup that can be eaten on a cold winter day.

Kylie Jenner is a famous celebrity who has been in the spotlight since she was born. She's now 21 years old and one of her favorite foods to eat are noodles. Her latest food craze may surprise you - Kylie loves slurping up ramen noodles! I'll never forget when I first found this out, it seemed like such an odd thing for someone like Kylie to be eating; but then again, we all have our own preferences! This article will tell you how Kylie makes her ramen so you can try it too if you're looking for something new and different to experiment with.

Conclusion:

Thank you for reading. I hope that this blog post has helped to answer any questions about the chicken ramen noodle Pho recipe and given you some ideas on how to make it yourself at home! If there is anything else in regards to the dish, please don't hesitate to leave a comment below or contact me directly via email. Thanks again for coming by today!

[dfroza]

Today’s reading from the ancient books of Proverbs and Psalms

for Thursday, november 26 of 2020 with Proverbs 26 and Psalm 26, accompanied by Psalm 66 for the 66th day of Autumn, and Psalm 31 for day 331 of the year (now with the consummate book of 150 Psalms in its 3rd revolution this year)

[Psalm 26]

A song of David.

Declare my innocence, O Eternal One!

I have walked blamelessly down this path.

I placed my trust in the Eternal and have yet to stumble.

Put me on trial and examine me, O Eternal One!

Search me through and through—from my deepest longings to every thought that crosses my mind.

Your unfailing love is always before me;

I have journeyed down Your path of truth.

My life is not wasted among liars;

my days are not spent among cheaters.

I despise every crowd intent on evil;

I do not commune with the wicked.

I wash my hands in the fountain of innocence

so that I might join the gathering that surrounds Your altar, O Eternal One.

From my soul, I will join the songs of thanksgiving;

I will sing and proclaim Your wonder and mystery.

Your house, home to Your glory, O Eternal One, radiates its light.

I am fixed on this place and long to be nowhere else.

When Your wrath pursues those who oppose You,

those swift to sin and thirsty for blood,

spare my soul and grant me life.

These men hold deceit in their left hands,

and in their right hands, bribery and lies.

But God, I have walked blamelessly down this path,

and this is my plea for redemption.

This is my cry for Your mercy.

Here I stand secure and confident

before all the people; I will praise the Eternal.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 26 (The Voice)

[Proverbs 26]

It is totally out of place to promote and honor a fool,

just like it’s out of place to have snow in the summer

and rain at harvest time.

An undeserved curse will be powerless to harm you.

It may flutter over you like a bird,

but it will find no place to land.

Guide a horse with a whip,

direct a donkey with a bridle,

and lead a rebellious fool with a beating on his backside!

Don’t respond to the words of a fool with more foolish words,

or you will become as foolish as he is!

Instead, if you’re asked a silly question,

answer it with words of wisdom

so the fool doesn’t think he’s so clever.

If you choose a fool to represent you,

you’re asking for trouble.

It will be as bad for you as cutting off your own feet!

You can never trust the words of a fool,

just like a crippled man can’t trust his legs to support him.

Give honor to a fool and watch it backfire—

like a stone tied to a slingshot.

The statements of a fool will hurt others

like a thorn bush brandished by a drunk.

Like a reckless archer shooting arrows at random

is the impatient employer

who hires just any fool who comes along—

someone’s going to get hurt!

Fools are famous for repeating their errors,

like dogs are known to return to their vomit.

There’s only one thing worse than a fool,

and that’s the smug, conceited man

always in love with his own opinions.

[Don’t Be Lazy]

The lazy loafer says,

“I can’t go out and look for a job—

there may be a lion out there roaming wild in the streets!”

As a door is hinged to the wall,

so the lazy man keeps turning over, hinged to his bed!

There are some people so lazy

they won’t even work to feed themselves.

A self-righteous person is convinced he’s smarter

than seven wise counselors who tell him the truth.

It’s better to grab a mad dog by its ears

than to meddle and interfere in a quarrel

that’s none of your business.

[Watch Your Words]

The one who is caught lying to his friend

and says, “I didn’t mean it, I was only joking,”

can be compared to a madman

randomly shooting off deadly weapons.

It takes fuel to have a fire—

a fire dies down when you run out of fuel.

So quarrels disappear when the gossip ends.

Add fuel to the fire and the blaze goes on.

So add an argumentative man to the mix

and you’ll keep strife alive.

Gossip is so delicious, and how we love to swallow it!

For slander is easily absorbed into our innermost being.

Smooth talk can hide a corrupt heart

just like a pretty glaze covers a cheap clay pot.

Kind words can be a cover to conceal hatred of others,

for hypocrisy loves to hide behind flattery.

So don’t be drawn in by the hypocrite,

for his gracious speech is a charade,

nothing but a masquerade covering his hatred and evil on parade.

Don’t worry—he can’t keep the mask on for long.

One day his hypocrisy will be exposed before all the world.

Go ahead, set a trap for others—

and then watch as it snaps back on you!

Start a landslide and you’ll be the one who gets crushed.

Hatred is the root of slander

and insecurity the root of flattery.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 26 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 66]

All together now—applause for God!

Sing songs to the tune of his glory,

set glory to the rhythms of his praise.

Say of God, “We’ve never seen anything like him!”

When your enemies see you in action,

they slink off like scolded dogs.

The whole earth falls to its knees—

it worships you, sings to you,

can’t stop enjoying your name and fame.

Take a good look at God’s wonders—

they’ll take your breath away.

He converted sea to dry land;

travelers crossed the river on foot.

Now isn’t that cause for a song?

Ever sovereign in his high tower, he keeps

his eye on the godless nations.

Rebels don’t dare

raise a finger against him.

Bless our God, O peoples!

Give him a thunderous welcome!

Didn’t he set us on the road to life?

Didn’t he keep us out of the ditch?

He trained us first,

passed us like silver through refining fires,

Brought us into hardscrabble country,

pushed us to our very limit,

Road-tested us inside and out,

took us to hell and back;

Finally he brought us

to this well-watered place.

I’m bringing my prizes and presents to your house.

I’m doing what I said I’d do,

What I solemnly swore I’d do

that day when I was in so much trouble:

The choicest cuts of meat

for the sacrificial meal;

Even the fragrance

of roasted lamb is like a meal!

Or make it an ox

garnished with goat meat!

All believers, come here and listen,

let me tell you what God did for me.

I called out to him with my mouth,

my tongue shaped the sounds of music.

If I had been cozy with evil,

the Lord would never have listened.

But he most surely did listen,

he came on the double when he heard my prayer.

Blessed be God: he didn’t turn a deaf ear,

he stayed with me, loyal in his love.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 66 (The Message)

[Psalm 31]

A David Psalm

I run to you, God; I run for dear life.

Don’t let me down!

Take me seriously this time!

Get down on my level and listen,

and please—no procrastination!

Your granite cave a hiding place,

your high cliff aerie a place of safety.

You’re my cave to hide in,

my cliff to climb.

Be my safe leader,

be my true mountain guide.

Free me from hidden traps;

I want to hide in you.

I’ve put my life in your hands.

You won’t drop me,

you’ll never let me down.

I hate all this silly religion,

but you, God, I trust.

I’m leaping and singing in the circle of your love;

you saw my pain,

you disarmed my tormentors,

You didn’t leave me in their clutches

but gave me room to breathe.

Be kind to me, God—

I’m in deep, deep trouble again.

I’ve cried my eyes out;

I feel hollow inside.

My life leaks away, groan by groan;

my years fade out in sighs.

My troubles have worn me out,

turned my bones to powder.

To my enemies I’m a monster;

I’m ridiculed by the neighbors.

My friends are horrified;

they cross the street to avoid me.

They want to blot me from memory,

forget me like a corpse in a grave,

discard me like a broken dish in the trash.

The street-talk gossip has me

“criminally insane”!

Behind locked doors they plot

how to ruin me for good.

Desperate, I throw myself on you:

you are my God!

Hour by hour I place my days in your hand,

safe from the hands out to get me.

Warm me, your servant, with a smile;

save me because you love me.

Don’t embarrass me by not showing up;

I’ve given you plenty of notice.

Embarrass the wicked, stand them up,

leave them stupidly shaking their heads

as they drift down to hell.

Gag those loudmouthed liars

who heckle me, your follower,

with jeers and catcalls.

What a stack of blessing you have piled up

for those who worship you,

Ready and waiting for all who run to you

to escape an unkind world.

You hide them safely away

from the opposition.

As you slam the door on those oily, mocking faces,

you silence the poisonous gossip.

Blessed God!

His love is the wonder of the world.

Trapped by a siege, I panicked.

“Out of sight, out of mind,” I said.

But you heard me say it,

you heard and listened.

Love God, all you saints;

God takes care of all who stay close to him,

But he pays back in full

those arrogant enough to go it alone.

Be brave. Be strong. Don’t give up.

Expect God to get here soon.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 31 (The Message)